Without pop-up windows, thousands of book fans are online at the same time, "Send the meat to the wolf to guard it, and place the bones toward the dog's head. If it is not an Arhat, how can you avoid stealing it!"

At the end of the monks' meeting, the learned Master Wukong recited this verse in a painful tone and told all monks that the reason why the Great Monk Fayan fell to this point was not his problem, but the problem of the temple. If the monk Vina Xuanshuang in the temple could be more competent, and if the temple master Zhiyan could be more responsible...

Then this tragedy will not happen!

"So, I officially announced here..." Wukong held the trumpet with a heartbreaking expression, "Because Senior Brother Xuanshuang's incompetent behavior in Zhengjue Temple directly led to the depravity of the Great Monk Fayuan, I officially removed the position of Xuanshuang as the prison of the temple."

"Senior Brother Xuanshuang, I have no right to punish you. You should go back to Dalin Temple in Jiangzhou as soon as possible to apologize to Master Daxin." Wukong looked at Xuanshuang's two clear big eyes with tears in his eyes. "As for Master Zhiyan, I have no right to be exempted from the position of the temple master of this temple, but I have already written a letter to the Zen Prison, asking them to be exempted from the position of Master Zhiyan."

However, Master Zhiyan did not appear at the monks' meeting, which avoided Wukong's continued criticism of him.

"Let me teach you a lesson!" Wukong said in pain, "What a profound lesson. It is because of the dereliction of duty of the temple master and Vina, which led to the degeneration of a monk with good nature. Brothers, everyone must take it as a warning!"

All the monks present were moved by Wukong, so none of them noticed that the monk Fayuan and his group, who were shocked by the gold in the novice statue, were quietly taken down by the big men who caught them.

At the end of the conference, Wukong once again told these monks of Zhengjue Temple in a sincere tone that everyone must take monk Fayuan and others as the lesson of the past. Examining me three times, the first thing to do in cultivation is to cultivate the mind, and everyone must remember it.

Although the monks' meeting in Zhengjue Temple in Huangmei ended, an important drama that the masses like was being staged in another corner of Zhengjue Temple, which is the good show of "sniffing what I ate and spitting it out, and taking mine and returning it to me."

"Wukong, you shameless guy, you actually framed me and framed me." Monk Fayuan opened his eyes wide, as if he wanted to bite a piece of meat from Wukong. Behind Fayuan, the other monks who could be regarded as Fayuan's party were pressed down and knelt on the ground.

"That's right, the gold among those two little novice monks is me, I framed you." Wukong squatted in front of Fayuan with a smile, "But Is it really me that I framed you? Have you really not got a penny from the money embezzled by Fa'an and Mingche in recent years?"

"Of course I haven't taken it." Monk Fayuan answered firmly.

"Isn't it really not?" Wukong stretched his hand behind him, and a big man behind him immediately handed over a booklet. "Last month, you, Monk Fayuan and Fa'an, went to Huangmei County to chant scriptures. You ate more than ten coins in a restaurant. It was the money spent by Fa'an. It's like this."

"This is true, but does it matter?" Monk Fayuan said loudly, "Isn't it the same for me, brothers, eat together, whoever spends money or not?"

"Twenty cents of a meal, you know what the family situation of Monk Fa'an is. Where did he get the money?" Wukong smiled on his face, but he slapped the account book without any vagueness and slapped Fayuan in the face. "Tell me, where did Fa'an's twenty cents of his origin?"

"Can't say it?" Wukong sneered, picked up the account book and slapped Fayuan in the face. "You know in your heart that the money from Fayuan must be from the wrong place, but you still feel at ease when you eat it. Now you tell me that you have never received the benefits of Faan. Do you know what it means to eat someone else's short mouth?"

"Actually, I didn't think about dealing with you before I came to Huangmei," Wukong stood up with a photo of the account book. "I was investigating you because you dared not give me face, but after more than a month of investigation, my anger in my heart became stronger and stronger."

"In three years, you borers have swallowed me 25,000 guan! Fuck your sister!" Wukong suddenly turned around and kicked the monk Fa'an next to him to the ground, "I have worked hard to make money in Jiangzhou to fill the mouths of you borers?"

"But that money is from Zen..." The monk Mingche on the side seemed to want to say something, but before he finished speaking, he was stuffed into his face by Wukong!

"Zen Buddhism, you have the nerve to mention Zen Buddhism!" Wukong took his feet back from Monk Mingche's face, "Can you just swallow the Zen money? Do you know how much money Master Daoxin only spends in a month? Is this little property he saved for saving frugality to raise you borers like you?"

"Besides, others don't know, how can you not know the monk Fayuan?" Wukong looked at Fayuan coldly, "Did you know whether this money was paid by me or Zen Buddhism?"

Monk Fayuan didn't know if he had nothing to say or was expressing his protest against Wukong. When Wukong asked this, he raised his head contemptuously and snorted. Then, he was kicked to the ground by Wukong on his face.

"I have nothing else to say to you. If you can give these 25,000 guan to me today, I will withdraw from me because everyone is a Zen brother, so I will not punish you. You can continue to be your monks. Of course, you can go to that sect if you want to get out of that sect, just don't appear in Zen."

Wukong snorted at the monks, "If you can't take it out, don't blame me for not telling the feelings between my brothers. I will sell you all to Nanyang to be piglets..."

"What?" Wukong looked at the monks below with confused expressions, "I don't know where Nanyang is? Well, you don't know where the Three Buddhas are? What? You don't know. Do you know Sumatra? Well, you should know the country of Gandoli, just the country of Gandoli that was given to Emperor Wu of Liang? What, you still don't know?"

"Fuck your sister, what do you illiterate people know?" Wukong stepped on the monk Fayuan who had just gotten up again with a depressed kick. "Don't you usually read scriptures and allusions? Tell me what else do you guys do besides being money mice? Knowledge, knowledge is the primary productive force, soul light is calm!"

"Okay, let me say that!" Wukong grabbed the neck of the monk Fayuan who was trampled by himself, and then pulled him up. "I tell you, I will give you all the money I have greedy for me. If I don't return, I will sell you all to Fusang to be male prostitutes. You will understand this time."

"But we can't afford so much money!" Monk Fa'an had collapsed and pierced his head at Wukong's feet. "Junior Brother Wukong, you can't afford so much money even if you really sell us to Nanyang."

"If you don't sell yourself alone, you'll bring your whole family!" Wukong answered viciously.

"You can't do this." A monk behind him spoke, "It's a violation of the court's laws."

"Breaking the court's laws?" Wukong snorted, "If you didn't violate the court's laws, you private monks should have returned to secular life long ago."

"Talking to me about the court rules?" Wukong reached out and pointed at a big man behind him, "Come on, tell me what is your identity?"

"I'm the chief of the Zhenwu Army in Hangzhou, Li Gang."

"Did you see, these are military officials? What are the laws of the court? What people are talking about is the laws of the court. You, a private monk, are talking about laws of the court here? Have you not heard someone's name? They are Li Gang!" As he said that, Wukong reached out and patted Li Gang on the shoulder, "Don't worry, brother, you will definitely be prosperous, and your son will be proud of you in the future."

"Thank you for your auspicious words!"

"I'll leave these things to you." Wukong clapped his hands contemptuously and said to Li Gang, "If they can get 25,000 guan off, they will let them walk. If they can't get ..."

"Don't worry, little husband, our salt farm and shipyard have always been short of people."

"Very good!" Wukong looked at Li Gang with a smile on his face, "It's a promising future. Brother Wenli's subordinates are indeed first-class elite soldiers and powerful generals. I don't worry if you do your business!"

That's right, the group of big men that suddenly appeared here were borrowed by Wukong from Bai Wenli, the current general of Hangzhou some time ago. Of course, he also borrowed a large sea boat and two medium-sized ships. Although the Tang Dynasty did not have any formal navy yet, for Bai Wenli, who came from Jiangnan, those who were born in the Yangtze River were really not good at all!

As for why they didn't call the people under Hong Lei's men, the first was that they were afraid that the locals under Hong Lei's men from Huangmei were associated with a monk, so they informed him. The second reason was that Wukong had no confidence in the qualities of these bastards under Hong Lei's men.

After leaving, Wukong immediately put aside the affairs of the monk Fayuan and his group of people. Through the information that the little monks, some monks who he had won over, as well as a group of Huangmei locals under Hong Lei, Wukong could be sure that at least seven or eight thousand of the more than 20,000 guan had become food, and the rest became land in other counties.

The compensation is refundable, and I can’t even pay so much money even if I sell these monks.

Therefore, the monks, including Fayuan, should not think about anything else. They should just go to the salt farm or shipyard to work to pay off their debts. It is only 25,000 jin, and they can pay it back after working in sloppy for more than a hundred years.

It's only more than a hundred years, compared to the time in Buddhist scriptures that can be dozens of kalpas, or countless kalpas, it's really insignificant, and it's just a blink of an eye! For monks, this number is really a tiny bit!

Alas! I am so kind!

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